“Pardon me, I thought you were someone else.”

*WARNING–This post will be a little more PG than usual, but it was funny. I’ve got a bucket calf that spent the spring with the first calf heifers. When I would grain them in the morning it was a supplemental buffet for the calf. He would just walk behind them and help himself to breakfast while they ate. They went to pasture last week and I had put the calf out in the home pasture with some old cows, hoping he could steal a little from them.

He got bored or hungry because he showed up in the yard to help me do chores this morning. I’ve got a set of replacement heifers that get their corn every morning in the bunks like the cows did all spring. The calf perked right up and headed down the line of heifers checking each one out. No bag, no bag, and so on.

Well, Big Mac is in with the heifers and was at the bunk too. He’s just a yearling, so he’s the same size as the heifers. The calf peeked between Big Mac’s legs and the brakes went on. He bowed his neck down and I swear he said “Aha!” I leaned on a post and said to the cat, “This could be interesting.” I formed two hypothesis; 1. The bull is going to kick that calf into next week or 2. That bull is going to tear out a bunch of fence.

The calf squared up and went in with a vengeance. Big Mac’s head came straight up out of the bunk. His eyes were as big as saucers. He stopped chewing and a few kernels of corn fell out of his mouth. He stood stock still except for his ears. They started twitching back and forth to what I can only assume was the rhythm of the suckling calf.

After a few moments the bull looked slowly up and down the line of heifers, and I just know he was asking if anybody else noticed anything different about breakfast this morning. Then he put his head down and started eating again. It wasn’t what I expected, but my scientific conclusion is that the teenage male, no matter the species has only two concerns, sex and food.

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